CHAPTER IX—THE FORTUNE TELLER CHAPTER X—MISS ROBINSON CRUSOE CHAPTER X—MISS ROBINSON CRUSOE CHAPTER XI—THE INITIAL H CHAPTER XI—THE INITIAL H CHAPTER XII—THE MEETING CHAPTER XII—THE MEETING CHAPTER XIII—SPRING AND ANNAPOLIS CHAPTER XIII—SPRING AND ANNAPOLIS CHAPTER XIV—WATER-SPRITES CHAPTER XIV—WATER-SPRITES CHAPTER XV—PARSONS COURT CHAPTER XV—PARSONS COURT PEGGY PARSONS AT PREP SCHOOL CHAPTER I—THE SERENADE Peggy Parsons wove her curly hair into a golden braid, and stretching her slim arms above her head yawned sleepily. “Oh, you mustn’t do that,” sniggered her room-mate out of the semi-darkness of the one-candle-power illumination. “They don’t allow it here.” “Don’t allow what?” said Peggy, beginning to prance before the mirror to admire the fluttering folds of her new blue silk kimono, which had been given her by a cousin the week before school opened, with the delightful label, “For Midnight Fudge Parties.” “Don’t allow what?” she repeated curiously,
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